All I do is dream of you the whole night through.
With the dawn, I still go on dreaming of you.
You're every thought, you're everything,
every song I ever sing.
Summer, winter, autumn and spring.
And were there more than twenty-four hours a day,
they'd be spent in sweet content, just dreaming away.
When skies are grey, when skies are blue,
morning, noon and nighttime too,
all I do the whole day through is dream of you.
I dream of you.
When skies are grey, when skies are blue,
morning, noon and nighttime too,
all I do the whole day through is dream of you.